There is something about her uncertain manner as well as her white clothes suggesting a moth
She moves out of the yellow streak of light
Stanley always smashed things. Why on our wedding night he snatched off one of my slippers and rushed about smashing lightbulbs with it
Yes I want Mitch...very badly!
Look who's coming my rosenkavinder bow to me first! now peresent them
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